Burning Seal of the Lost
I bask in the glory of your defeat.
I stared into your soul with all the truthful contempt of my being.
You cannot even look me in the eyes anymore.
Your loud pontificating power is no match for the fire I hide from the world.
I can take you, and I did it! I won the battle, and now I am free forever!
I can be with those I love again, who you stole me from.
I can live my life and have the freedom you so foolishly claimed to provide.
With every fiber of my miserable being, I despise you and it was I who had the stronger spirit.
Sulk back to your cave you pathetic beast.
The meek shall inherit and it has begun.
Flee, you selfish thing. Your power can be mourned by your minions, while I dance in the light you stole.
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